I failed a drug test at my job. I
let down my dad. I started to use
drugs. I hated life, I hated my
father. I had nothing to lose.
I didn’t get into art school. I never
finished anything. I used him
as an excuse. No one better.
I let down my guard, the first sin.
He hurt me, and I used drugs
and crashed. I let him down.
I finished the bottle in three slugs;
I drank and drank, gained fifty pounds.
My father died and
I let him down.
(Poem inspired by an assignment I gave in class for students to write about their failures)